Wait! Stop! I'm not ready, she left me dead in the van
My stomach feels like it's burning, I tried to write but I can't
So now I lay here with the yearning to know anyone but any of you
Whoah, if you only knew
The amount of thought that I put into you
And I can't stop thinking about the way this one called my name
Before we pulled out of the driveway
Just to tell me to check my messages
Don't need to tell me about my messages
There's a few, there's a few
That I've been putting lots of myself into
Fuck it! Hang up!
It's not easy like it was in the fifth grade.